Craving

Thank you for all the support on the first part! I'm glad it was taken well. Here is part two and there will probably only be one more part to all of this, just depending on how I break it up and what not. I am going to warn you that there is one scene of graphic yaoi/kind of rape in here and some language and what not. This is rated M for that reason. Hope no one is too out of character and that you guys enjoy this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or its characters; no money is made from this.


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Craving

Part Two

Itachi’s eyes fly open in fear; fear that Sai is still asleep in his bed and that the family was going to find out. But that lessens somewhat when he doesn’t feel the warm body next to his.

He rolls over to find he is tucked in the bed, no evidence that Sai has even been there. He touches his head, wondering if maybe he has dreamed the whole thing. God how his whole body aches!

He hears the distant sounds of laugher; the boys must be up already. Feeling sick, he falls back among the pillows, curling up.

Their voices are loud as they run down the hallway, or it could be walking to Itachi’s sensitive ears. His clock reads a little after ten. He groans, not remembering what time he and Sai actually made it to bed.

Flashes of what happened come back to him and he still feels guilty about stopping. He doesn’t even begin to explore other possibilities.

He hears his door creak and quiet voices filtering from the opening. He shuts his eyes, faking sleep, just to see what they’re up to; like playing dead to an attacking bear.

“Is he still asleep?” he hears Naruto ask.

“Yeah, should be. He had a few drinks last night,” he hears Sasuke whisper. There is nothing from Sai. “He probably won’t even get up until after twelve, depending.”

“Oh this is gonna be so much fun,” Naruto whispers excitedly. “He’s so out of it.” He hears a can of something, the metallic echo against the shell of his ear. That’s enough to convince him it is time to wake up.

“What are you doing?” he asks, opening one eye. The boys all freeze; Naruto is holding a can of shaving cream in his left hand. How juvenile, he thinks, but simple.

Instead of replying to him, to avoid possible wrath, the boys run from the room. It is the smart thing to do.

He wonders, as he rises from the bed, whether he merely dreamed the whole incident with Sai or not. His head is still pounding and he wishes that he didn’t drink over half the case last night.

His back pops as he stands, uncurling from his previous position. He gives the boys awhile to run ahead of him, keeping them in fear for only a while longer. His face catches the mirror above the dresser and he pauses.

He doesn’t realize how much he has changed over the past few years in college. His face is thinner, the skin a rather unhealthy sallow color. His eyes are rather sunken in now, the faint lines near his eyes are more pronounced.

He can’t help but allow his eyes to be drawn to the scars covering the unhealthy skin; some fresh from Tobi’s fingers, his physical love evident all over Itachi’s body. His chest and back are covered in varying degrees of it.

He traces them, slowly, with a thin finger. His black fingernail polish is chipping terribly. He remembers the stir it caused with his family when it first appeared in high school; when he met Tobi.

He picks at it in class when he is not writing notes or tracing scars. He tries to keep his body covered around everyone.He doesn’t want the stares or the questions as that would bring everyone just a tiny bit closer to the truth.

No, he is not beautiful.

He tells himself this. The incident with Sai must have been merely a dream. No one but Tobi finds him desirable and he is “very lucky,” Tobi tells him everyday they’re together.

Why doesn’t he leave? He can’t force himself to see the truth. Sai’s words ring in his mind.

No, he shakes his head, running a hand through the tangled locks as he glares at himself in the mirror. You can’t drink beauty forever. He hopes that Tobi will leave him. Even solitude would be better right now.

These are all completely irrational and broken thoughts brought on by a night of drinking. He shakes his head to relieve himself. The headache intensifies and he needs drugs to lessen the ache so that he can think once again.

Slipping into some clothes, he heads downstairs.

The boys are all in the kitchen, chatting away or eating cereal. He can’t look Sai directly in the eye, but when he first walks in, the artist isn’t paying any attention to him.

“Sleep well Itachi?” Sai asks out of the blue. Itachi nearly drops the glass from which he is drinking water and pain killer from. He turns around to stare at the artist. He is wearing that silly grin again.

“Yes, thank you,” he manages. Naruto doesn’t notice the change, but Sasuke does. He looks from his brother to his friend and then back at his brother, but Itachi is not looking.

He listens to their idle conversation, it sounding as another language to his college ears. He isn’t sure who all of the girls or boys are that they’re talking about, but he likes hearing anyway. It reminds him slightly of when he was their age.

He notes that Sai doesn’t join in. His sketchbook is in front of him, his hands working. Naruto picks up on it as well.

“What do you have in there?” Naruto asks, trying to look over the top. He isn’t nosy, just curious.

“Pictures,” Sai answers. He doesn’t look up.

“What do you guys have planned today?” Itachi asks, to avoid a possible awkward moment for the stoic boy. He really wants to know if he is going to have to drive anyone home or not as well.

“Like we’re going to tell you,” Sasuke snorts. Naruto laughs but Sai is still silent. He must be in his own world.

“I think an explanation is owed since you got me up so early,” he tells them. Sasuke is in big trouble later if Itachi decides to spend another night or go home.

“Fine, we’re going to wreck havoc on the neighborhood,” Sasuke rolls his eyes sarcastically.

“As long as you give me credit,” Itachi tries to joke. He wonders if he was ever like that at Sasuke’s age. Probably not, as Sasuke is very special. He is the baby after all. The boys clearly have no intention of telling him, an outsider, of their plans.

“Tell us about college,” Sai requests. It’s one of the few things he has said all morning. Itachi looks down to keep his true emotions buried.

“Fine. What would you like to know?” he smiles. It is fake only Naruto and Sai don’t catch on now.

“Dorm life,” Sai says, staring right at him. Is he trying to trick him?

“Alright. I stay with my relative Tobi in a dorm room with two other guys named Deidara and Kisame. It is rather like a small apartment. You have a kitchen and bathroom and beds. Sasuke has seen it.” He hopes that Sasuke would continue, but his brother looks bored with the whole conversation.

“And? What do you do for fun?” The question from Sai is a deliberate trap, he is sure.

“He fucks his boyfriend of course,” Sasuke tells them with that famous Uchiha smirk.

“Sasuke,” his voice is quiet and the younger Uchiha knows he overstepped his boundaries. “Can I see you in the hall for a moment?”

Sasuke’s eyes widen for a moment as he follows his brother calmly into the hall so the other boys won’t hear. He is sure that his brother is going to give him a beating. Itachi is calm as he stands there, arms crossed, staring at his still chipping nail polish.

“Could you not say things like that?” he asks, his eyes flickering. “It gives them the wrong idea.”

“Is is wrong though? Aren’t you dating Tobi?” He too, crosses his arms, looking Itachi dead in the eye.

“That’s none of your concern,” Itachi says. “Sasuke, you know what will happen if you continue to discuss my personal matters.” He smiles a little; Sasuke knows better than to continue speaking.

“Fine, but don’t come crying to me when mom and dad finally find out what you’re doing.”

“I’ll deal with that. It is none of your concern.” The younger Uchiha glares up at Itachi, but his older brother isn’t bothered. Sasuke stalks back into the kitchen with Itachi on his heels. The other boys are still just staring at them.

“Sorry,” Itachi apologizes, bowing some. “My brother had to be corrected on something he did not understand. Are any of you going to need a ride home?” he asks, changing the subject again. Naruto shakes his head but Sai sits. He tries not to look pleading to Itachi.

“You need one Sai?” he asks, not wanting the boy to feel embarrassed. The boy nods. “Alright, I will take you with me when I head back to campus okay?”

The boy nods.

“We’re going to go and finish our project,” Sasuke tells him. “We’ll see you later.”

He glares at his older brother, tapping Naruto to go with him and Sai following silently. Itachi waits until they leave the room to sit at the table and put his head in his arms.

“He’s growing up isn’t he?” his mother smiles as she walks in the kitchen. She hasn’t heard anything going on.

“Yes. Was I ever like him at that age?” He figures he is going to get a ‘no.’

“No, you were special honey,” she tells him.

“Does he hate me?” he asks, not looking at her. His mother is not answering right away. She is unsure.

“Well Itachi, I don’t know,” she says as she sits down, putting a hand to her face. “I don’t think so. I think he’s just jealous of you since your father makes a big deal out of everything you do. He must feel like he’s in your shadow.”

Itachi doesn’t understand how he feels. He had never been under anyone’s shadow, actually being the shadow creator; even Tobi falls under this sometimes.

“I don’t understand.”

“No, I can imagine not honey. I would say just speak to him about it alright?” He nods. “That’s my first born,” she smiles as she brushes his chocolate bangs out of his forehead.

“I’m off to study,” he tells her. “I’ll be going to spend the night with Tobi, Deidara, and Kisame later.”

“Okay,” is her only reply as he strides from the room. He hears the front door slam and knows that is his father arriving home from the night shift. He hurries upstairs.

He lays on his bed, holding textbooks, but really listening to the conversations next door. His brother is taken with a quiet girl named Hinata.

Itachi tries to figure out if that is the same girl as the Hyuuga heiress. He decides it is as he tries to focus again. These books are not going to read themselves. Before he really knows it, Sasuke is knocking on his door and telling him that Sai needs a ride home.

“Alright,” he answers as he throws the books back in his book bag and meets them outside. “I’ll see you later Sasuke,” he smiles, trying.

“Fine,” he relents, smirking. “Later Sai.” The other boy nods but keeps his usual blank face.

“Come on,” Itachi tells him as he throws his things in the back. The boy sits in the front seat again.

“I really appreciate this,” he says out of ingrained politeness or maybe he really finds it nice; Itachi is unsure.

“It’s no problem. Just tell me where to go.” Sai tells him the directions and Itachi realizes that the boy lives almost within walking distance of his campus.

The car is astoundingly quiet; Sai doesn’t touch the radio. Itachi tries to figure out how to break the silence that is quickly choking both of them to death.

“Did you have fun?” he asks, being polite, never expecting the answer he receives.

“Yes, especially last night.” Itachi nearly wrecks the car.

“Last night?”

“Yes, with you,” he smiles suddenly. This time Itachi does pull over.

“That wasn’t a dream?” He turns to look Sai hard in the bottomless eyes.

“No,” he says, still smiling as he leans across the seat a little. “Not a dream.” Itachi looks away, running his fingers through his bangs in an effort to control himself.

“Listen, you cannot breathe a word of that to anyone,” he commands quietly.

“I won’t. I’m silent, not stupid,” the high-schooler retorts.

“Thank you.” They’re silent for a time and Itachi remembers that they’re parked on the side of the street. He starts the car again before anyone can question him.

He clears his throat a few times, fumbling, which is just so unlike him. He is usually full of self-confidence. No one has ever shaken him up like this.

“Look, in a few weeks that band is having a show and I would like it if you would come with me.” Sai doesn’t answer right away. In fact, Itachi is one block away from the boy’s home before he answers.

“Yes,” he says simply. It sends Itachi’s mind into a flurry of activity, trying to think of numerous possibilities for them to continue what was stated the night before with his mind beating down every single one since the boy is underage.

“Alright thanks.” They exchange numbers after Itachi pulls into his driveway. No one is home.

“I’ll see you later,” he smiles as he saunters off, not even giving Itachi the chance to say ‘goodbye.’ He rubs his face before he finally pulls himself together and drives to the campus.

It’s not crowded like someone would think Itachi sees no one as he continues to Tobi’s room. His feet are quiet and his eyes low, his book bag nearly crushing him with the added weight.

He feels depressed although he shouldn’t. He knows he should be joyful that he is returning to his boyfriend, but that hunger is going unsuppressed.

Tobi is leaning against the doorframe but Itachi never notices him.

“Hey lover,” he beams. Itachi almost passes him, so wrapped in his own thoughts.

“Hey,” he says quietly, trying to smile.

“I was a good boy while you were gone.”

“You’re always a good boy,” Itachi tells him as he brushes past into the dorm room. He notes that Deidara and Kisame are not around. They’re probably with Pein or Hidan he decides as he sets his things on the floor.

“Of course.” He shuts the door, moving quickly to grab Itachi around the waist. He doesn’t appear to be angry. It is not like he can smell that Itachi slept with his brother’s friend. “I missed you,” he breathes in his ear.

“You too,” Itachi tells him, feeling claustrophobic for the first time in his whole life. He is trying to keep his voice from betraying him.

“Hm, you smell nice. New body spray?” His blood freezes in his veins and he feels a self-induced ice age sweeping through him.

“Yeah, just testing one of Sasuke’s out,” he lies easily enough, his brain running on reserves.

“I like it.” His lips wrap around the skin on his neck, his perfect teeth scraping the delicate skin. Itachi hisses as one of Tobi’s hands cover his eyes. Tobi is in complete control of him now. “You know, Deidara and Kisame are gone for a while and I was all alone last night.” Itachi says nothing; it’s better that way.

“How about a little fun?” Still, Itachi says nothing; he knows if he speaks it would give everything away. Tobi mistakes it for lust as he directs his body toward the bed.

Nothing about Tobi is gentle other than his voice. His fingernails seek out the most sensitive places, threatening to reopen old wounds.

His body is just slightly bigger, more muscled as he slams Itachi over his bed, a hand twisting in his dark ponytail. He sucks and bites at any flesh he can get, almost cannibalistic in his endeavors. Itachi bites his tongue until he draws blood to keep from crying out.

This is almost like war.

Tobi flips him on his back, unleashing himself on Itachi’s mouth, drinking the coppery liquid, letting his tongue intertwine with the motionless student beneath him. His body is crushing all the air out of Itachi.

Itachi can feel himself on the verge of passing out; this is Tobi’s way of fighting him into submission. He isn’t going to struggle anyway. He never does, not anymore.

Tobi pulls his clothing from his body, like a doll. Itachi responds very little to his attempts at stimulation. He doesn’t even smile.

He spreads his legs, nipping and kissing the skin, his hands are rough and fast. Tobi doesn’t even bother stripping himself as he pulls his member out, giving it a few pumps as he lubes up and thrusts into Itachi’s unenthused body.

He is fast and hard, Itachi’s legs bouncing around a little as he stares at the ceiling. Tears prick his eyes somewhat but he never makes a sound.

Tobi grows tired of that position and flips him over the edge of the bed. His fingernails leave crescent marks on his hip bones as their skin slaps together in sweaty fury. Itachi’s face is buried in the messy covers and he is thinking of other things.

He imagines how sex with Sai would be. How gentle he would caress the pale flesh as he would tease him into an orgasm. How he would look underneath the Uchiha as he thrusts into his body slowly, claiming his virginity for his. The boy would cry his name in pearly arcs of ecstasy all over them and they would do it again.

“That’s a good boy,” Tobi tells him as he pulls him into his arms. Itachi is limp all over as Tobi holds him up, whispering in his ear. There is no ‘I love you’ or anything remotely tender, just more dirty things. Itachi blocks him out.

As soon as he has his legs back, he puts his clothing back on, just before Deidara and Kisame enter the room. They know what just occurred; Tobi is still naked.

“Where were you last night?” Kisame asks, actually appearing concerned. Deidara is just glaring. Tobi lounges back on the bed, clearly interested in what his boyfriend is going to confess.

“I was feeling unwell. I stayed home with my family to help my mother with company.” Itachi never elaborates. They ask no questions.

“Oh perfect Itachi,” Deidara teases, though it has a bite to it. He has something against both of the Uchiha roommates.

“Shut it,” Kisame snaps. He has nothing against Itachi. If anything, Itachi is one of his few friends. “If you had any morals, you would return home yourself and spend time with family.”

Itachi has to smile at the small gesture. Kisame isn’t as intimidating as he looks. The blond glares as he sits down and begins to study. Kisame ignores him as he begins to explain why Deidara is in a particularly nasty mood because he failed to attract the attention of Konan, Pein’s girlfriend.

This is normal, the whole setting. But Itachi worries about the next time Deidara and Kisame leave, what Tobi is going to do to him.

“Would you like to come with me to get something to eat from the cafeteria?” Kisame offers Itachi, sensing that the Uchiha needs a break.

“Yeah sure,” he nods. They leave the heaviness of the dorm room and enter the quiet halls.

“What is going on with you?” he asks.

“What do you mean?” Itachi knows the invitation was more for a private talk than it was for food.

“You don’t smile anymore and you don’t seem to be as into the relationship as Tobi.” It’s out in the open now; friends are starting to notice.

“Oh that.” He isn’t sure how to respond to the blatant truths of his tall friend. “Well…”

“Are you hitting a rut or did you meet someone else? Is the abuse finally getting to you?” Itachi refuses to look at Kisame. Everything tolls a bell of truth. It’s hurting his ears.

“I’ve been under a lot of stress lately,” he says lamely. “I don’t know.”

“Bullshit,” Kisame says. Itachi turns to look at him so fast that his neck cracks.

“What?”

“You heard me. Why don’t you speak o him about it Itachi? Something is clearly wrong with you two. I’ve seen the markings, hear the things he says.”

“You’re one to talk. At least I don’t place myself in the category of insensitive.”

“Well that’s only to everyone else. Itachi, something is wrong with you,” he counters. They have reached the end of the hall.

“We’re in a rut right now,” he tries to cover. He’s not even sure why he is trying to defend the dying relationship. He’s heard enough about people in abusive relationships being unable to leave. He never understood before, but now it’s clear.

“If you say so,” Kisame shrugs, dropping the subject before either one of them has hard feelings. But still Itachi cannot help but worry what kinds of effects this is going to have in the long run.

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